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... doth shew , And straight ' tis gone as it had never been . Soon doth it fade that makes the fairest flourish , Short is the glory of the blushing rose ; The hue which thou so carefully dost nourish , Yet which at length thou must be ...
... doth shew , And straight ' tis gone as it had never been . Soon doth it fade that makes the fairest flourish , Short is the glory of the blushing rose ; The hue which thou so carefully dost nourish , Yet which at length thou must be ...
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... doth give ! In pomp sits mercy seated in her face , Love twixt her breasts his trophies doth imprint , Her eyes shine favour , courtesy , and grace , But touch her heart , ah that is framed of flint ! Therefore my harvest in the grass ...
... doth give ! In pomp sits mercy seated in her face , Love twixt her breasts his trophies doth imprint , Her eyes shine favour , courtesy , and grace , But touch her heart , ah that is framed of flint ! Therefore my harvest in the grass ...
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... doth bud , That makes the schoolboy cry ; The morris rings , while hobby - horse Doth foot it feateously ; The lords and ladies now abroad , For their disport and play , Do kiss sometimes upon the grass , And sometimes in the hay . Now ...
... doth bud , That makes the schoolboy cry ; The morris rings , while hobby - horse Doth foot it feateously ; The lords and ladies now abroad , For their disport and play , Do kiss sometimes upon the grass , And sometimes in the hay . Now ...
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... Doth me and my true love despise , My life's flourish is decayed , That depended on her eyes : But her will must be obeyed , And well he ends , for love who dies . Under the Greenwood Tree Amiens sings : [ NDER_the_greenwood tree ...
... Doth me and my true love despise , My life's flourish is decayed , That depended on her eyes : But her will must be obeyed , And well he ends , for love who dies . Under the Greenwood Tree Amiens sings : [ NDER_the_greenwood tree ...
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... Doth she chide thee ? ' tis to shew it That thy coldness makes her do it . Is she silent ? is she mute ? Silence fully grants thy suit . Doth she pout , and leave the room ? Then she goes to bid thee come . Is she sick ? Why then be ...
... Doth she chide thee ? ' tis to shew it That thy coldness makes her do it . Is she silent ? is she mute ? Silence fully grants thy suit . Doth she pout , and leave the room ? Then she goes to bid thee come . Is she sick ? Why then be ...
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Page 641 - Come away, come away, death, And in sad cypress let me be laid ; Fly away, fly away, breath ; I am slain by a fair cruel maid. My shroud of white, stuck all with yew, O, prepare it ! My part of death, no one so true Did share it. Not a flower, not a flower sweet, On my black coffin let there be strown...
Page 657 - It is not growing like a tree In bulk, doth make Man better be ; Or standing long an oak, three hundred year, To fall a log at last, dry, bald, and sere : A lily of a day Is fairer far in May, Although it fall and die that night — It was the plant and flower of Light. In small proportions we just beauties see ; And in short measures life may perfect be.
Page 201 - Go, lovely rose, Tell her that wastes her time and me, That now she knows, When I resemble her to thee, How sweet and fair she seems to be. Tell her that's young And shuns to have her graces spied, That hadst thou sprung In deserts where no men abide, Thou must have uncommended died.
Page 550 - When to the sessions of sweet silent thought I summon up remembrance of things past, I sigh the lack of many a thing I sought, And with old woes new wail my dear time's •waste...
Page 59 - It was a lover and his lass, With a hey, and a ho, and a hey nonino, That o'er the green corn-field did pass In the spring time, the only pretty ring time, When birds do sing, hey ding a ding, ding : Sweet lovers love the spring.
Page 401 - Orpheus with his lute made trees. And the mountain-tops that freeze, Bow themselves, when he did sing : To his music, plants and flowers Ever sprung ; as sun and showers There had made a lasting spring.
Page 536 - SWEET day, so cool, so calm, so bright, The bridal of the earth and sky! The dew shall weep thy fall to-night; For thou must die. Sweet rose, whose hue, angry and brave, Bids the rash gazer wipe his eye, Thy root is ever in its grave, And thou must die. Sweet spring, full of sweet days and roses, A box where sweets compacted lie, My music shows ye have your closes, And all must die. Only a sweet and virtuous soul, Like seasoned timber, never gives; But though the whole world turn to coal, Then chiefly...
Page 440 - Philomel, with melody Sing in our sweet lullaby ; Lulla, lulla, lullaby, lulla, lulla, lullaby : Never harm, Nor spell nor charm, Come our lovely lady nigh ; So, good night, with lullaby.
Page 639 - Sceptre and Crown Must tumble down, And in the dust be equal made With the poor crooked scythe and spade.
Page 45 - IF all the world and love were young, And truth in every shepherd's tongue, These pretty pleasures might me move To live with thee and be thy love.